The sky is hazy, and the dawn is approaching.

A hundred soldiers in battle armor silently infiltrated the small village.

There was silence in the small village, no roosters crowing, no dogs barking, and there seemed to be no breath of life at all.

The soldier in battle armor stood silently in place, without the slightest expression on his face, and his dark and deep eyes exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

At this time, the haze was gone, the light broke, and a ray of sunshine with life and hope fell on the small village.

"Shoot or kill!" a shout was majestic and unquestionable, breaking the silence of the early morning.

"Kill!" With the sound of a rainbow of shouts and killing, the soldiers of the Jin army poured into the small village like a tide.

A middle-aged general in silver armor reined in the reins of his horse under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, looked proud, and chuckled: "Sure enough, it is not what the general expected!"

Next to him, an adjutant general casually flattered: "The general's achievements are today." ”

The middle-aged general just smiled.

The next moment, the hundred soldiers in battle armor were drowned in the Jin army.

In the eyes of all the officers and men of the Jin Army, this was a meaningless battle. However, when the blade slashes at the shoulder of the enemy, leaving only a shallow blood mark, when the tip of the spear pierces the enemy's chest is like a stab on an iron plate...... They froze instantly.

At the same time, the rusty bronze sword pierced into the body of the Jin soldier, and blood gushed out.

Shocked, frightened, this scene is familiar.

"They are Qin Zhirui soldiers, ghost soldiers!" someone remembered the bloody and tragic scene in the past, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers originally existed for killing, and hand-to-hand combat with them was simply hitting a stone with an egg, and they were beyond their strength.

In the first battle of Chang'an City, in the face of Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers, Yan Shan immediately made a decision, built the four gates to death with stones, stuck to the city, and built an insurmountable gap with his flesh and blood.

At this time, the soldiers of the Jin Army, who were originally victorious, were doomed to a tragic end......

Seeing this, the middle-aged general under the old locust tree turned pale. The soldiers are desperate, and his heart is dripping blood. Finally, he turned his heart on the side and secretly thought: As long as the soldiers can save their lives, let me bear all the consequences. He was just about to give the order to retreat. At this moment, he seemed to see a fairy in white falling in a light rain of blood...... He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. With a "tong", he fell to the ground, and a blood mark appeared in his throat.

The lieutenant and the four soldiers were stunned for a moment, then shocked, angry, and unsheathed their swords.

The white figure swept by again.

Before there was time to shout, blood splattered, and the lieutenant and four soldiers also fell in a pool of blood.

The white figure stood quietly under the old locust tree, indifferent to the six corpses at his feet, and there was not a trace of waves in his clear eyes. This white figure is none other than the Heavenly Dao Sect Rain Hall Master Hua Yuluo.

At this time, another three hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers rushed towards the small village, without shouting and killing, and there was an extremely terrifying atmosphere in the silence.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, four hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers were silently moving forward, silently.

In the main hall of the Taiping Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty, Mu Qingfeng, the head of the sect, suddenly changed his face, and said in a deep voice: "There is a strong enemy coming, tassels, light water, quickly go to ring the bell to warn, and the rest of the disciples are ready to eliminate the demon guard!"

"Disciple commands!"

There was no questioning, no hesitation, just because they were ready.

In front of the cave behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, Meng Fang and Yu Jackie Chan stood side by side.

Behind them, Shi Potian, Li He, Yan Ruyu, Zhang Ye and the six Chaotian Que Dead Soldiers stood proudly with resolute eyes.

Meng Fang sighed softly: "They are indeed here!"

Yu Chenglong laughed loudly: "Then fight happily!"

The woman and the child had taken refuge in the cave. Today, they will build an impregnable wall here with their flesh and blood to protect the hope of the future of Chaotianque.

In front of the gate of the Taiqing Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty, Mu Qingfeng, the head of the sect, and the disciples held the long sword in their hands and waited for it.

Not long after, four hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers came to the palace gate, black and oppressive, without a trace of life, but filled with an extremely terrifying atmosphere.

Seeing this, Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but gasp. He looked at the two disciples and said in a low voice, "Tassel, light water, you immediately escort the disciples in the palace down the mountain." "The voice is soft, but there is an undeniable majesty.

"Master!" a soft call, and the two young Taoist priests fell to their knees.

Mu Qingfeng turned his head, looked at the black Qin Zhirui and the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers, and said coldly: "Go!"

The two of them knew in their hearts that if it weren't for the life and death of the Taiqing Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty, the master would never be like this. But how could they leave their master? After all, the master's order could not be disobeyed, they stood up and walked towards the palace gate, tears could not help but burst out of their eyes.

Without any warning, without shouting for killing, Qin Zhirui and Netherworld Ghost Soldiers held rusty bronze swords and slaughtered towards the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty.

"Eliminate the demon guard, who else is me?" The disciples of the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty shouted loudly, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The hand-to-hand battle was fought in a bitter battle from the beginning.

Without any preparation, it would be difficult for non-martial arts cultivators or those with divine weapons to fight against Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers.

This battle, for the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, was a battle for life, doomed to be tragic and doomed to failure.

Mu Qingfeng was holding a cyan long sword, and there was an invisible sword qi condensation on the sword body, and the cold qi was pressing. His body was as swift as the wind, as fast as lightning, and wherever he passed, his head and limbs flew and black liquid splashed.

In this situation, he remembered the second junior brother Ouyang Wuxian - a brilliant and brilliant powerful man who died under the sword of Li Jinshan, the sect leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and he could be regarded as a well-deserved death, but after his death, he was tragically dismembered by Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers, and he was miserable; he remembered the fourth junior brother Du Ziyi, a strong and upright iron-blooded man, who died in battle in the prime of life; he remembered his mentor Li Ruoyu, an elder who cared about the lives of the world......

Grief and anger turned into a strong killing intent, and the Dao heart was unstable.

However, he didn't care anymore, and all he could see was killing.

Fighting, dead and wounded, bloodshed......

At the same time, two hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers had quietly walked towards the mountain behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty.

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